Luyện nghe bài hát Bleed the Same Blood

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you from
And I'mma keep on thuggin the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Unstoppable, yo, Maino!
Ran up in Atlantic, 'em let me go
Smack my A&R and grabbed him by his
with my life'll get you yellow-taped
Runnin in and out of like I'm the yellow Ma$e
All-black fleet like when get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building like livin
"Fuck 'em all" is I'm screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore) like '93
Think deep, feel the in my homie's face
And then you'll understand why my homies bang
Strapped up, this is us, a deal nigga
Gun be like "Maino is a real nigga"
Yeah, me and Bust bleed the same
to the bus, we the same thugs
Never fear, just know that I'mma for ya
All baby welcome to my mafia

(Yeah!) We all the same blood
(Yeah!) And we on the same drum
(Yeah!) It's not where ya at
(Yeah!) It's about where you come
And keep on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I gotta tell yeahhhhh

I'm passionate about gettin money
Handlin those that be on takin it from me
Some of these forgot I be makin it funny
We're spendin like my rotten then papercut bloody
In case you ain't we back dominatin the country
Until I make these niggas black the strength of a monkey
Balenciaga boss, bitch address me as
Eat salmons and tortellini down at the Vista
We in silence bitch you better whisper
And the street with the heat until it hella blister
So bottles, got 'em for every drinker
So much head I be callin mami a heavy
like a nigga conquered another nation
Buyin bottles and drinkin to drown the
give a fuck about your plan, watch how I handle that
If it ain't YMCMB or Conglomerate, that!

(Yeah!) We all bleed the blood
(Yeah!) And we beat on the drum
(Yeah!) not about where ya at
(Yeah!) about where you come from
And I'mma on thuggin 'til the day I DIE!
(Yeah!) Oh (Yeah!)
(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

I tell somebody, yeahhhhhhhh

So inspirin a nigga doubt
Look around and see how niggas try to me out
Only if niggas stepped in my and took a walk
And thought of shit I sacrificed I have to talk
And I'm like a blouse on a clothesline
And treatin how I stumbled on goldmine
embracin what God be havin for me
You can stop what is destined, I hope you're happy for me